Christian's Point of View

Whir... Whir... Whir...

Came the heavy and thunderous sounds from the helicopter blades as we approached the school premises. My frown deepened as I stared down. Yes, I admit that it was beautiful, but it could never compare to my previous school.

There were a lot of beautiful girls, wearing short skirts and flaunting their pretty long legs-they were like insects crawling around every corner, but now my father had decided to make me come to his school.

I refused, naturally, why?

Because it's a freaking boy's school, who the hell goes to an all-boys school in this modern day and age? There is nothing fun about being around a bunch of dudes.

Father decided to do some reforms due to the low admission rate, and part of that reform was to make his sons attend the school to boost the credibility of the institution and gain parents' trust.

"Why would people bring their sons to the school when the sons of the owner don't attend it?" That was how he blackmailed me; he might as well have shaved my head and sent me to a monastery.

"We will be landing in ten seconds." The helicopter pilots communicated through the radio as they began to land, and only then did I glance out the side window, looking at the school that would soon become my hell.

I barely got out of the helicopter when my phone began to blast. My eyes narrowed when I looked at the contact ID of the caller-Veronica Smith, my crazy, now ex-girlfriend, was the caller.

I hadn't met any girl half as mad; she is a pest and a stalker.

"I told you to stop calling me," I muttered into the phone. "Don't you understand when someone tells you it's over?"

"You can't break up with me, Christian." Her high-pitched voice cut through my ears. "I won't allow it."

"Well, I can. I will. And I have. Why don't you find a hobby or something?" I ended the call immediately, and I blocked her again. This was the seventh number I was blocking since I ended things with her.

I approached the dorm area following the school guide map on my phone, so I wasn't paying attention to the road. I felt the air knocked out of my lungs when someone suddenly collided with me.

My eyes went wide as I stared down at the ugly milky splatter on my favorite navy-blue Prada coat-the audacity of this person, my eyes darted towards the boy who had bumped into me, the cause of my ruined coat.

He was relatively shorter than me, and his face was rounded, with soft features-like a girl's soft chin, jawline, nose.

His beautiful amber eyes, like sunlight trapped in a lantern, bulged out from surprise when he noticed the mess he had made.

This is one unique-looking boy, dare I say, he was beautiful, like a good dream on a Sunday afternoon.

My eyes flickered down his cheap ass clothes, and down at his worn out brandless shoe; everything that he wore just reeked of inferior; he is probably one of those students who got into the school through the scholarship program.

"How do you intend to pay for my coat?" I asked with a smirk, and he hurriedly reached for his pocket; his hands trembled as he brought out a handkerchief.

I stepped away from him quickly.

"I-I'm so sorry," he stammered, voice soft and higher than it should be. He fumbled for a handkerchief with shaking hands. "I can try to wipe-"

"Touch it, and I'll make you regret it." I shrugged the coat off, holding it up. "It's useless now, and it's a limited edition. Eight thousand dollars."

He gasped. "And how do you plan to pay for this, boy?"

Shock rippled on his face, his eyes almost falling out of their sockets.

"I-I don't think I-I can afford it..." He stuttered. "Is there any other way we can come to terms?"

"I don't do charity." I interrupted him quickly. "What will you do, femboy? Cash or credit?"

"I-I don't have money," He continued. "I cannot pay you eight thousand dollars right now. I am really sorry, but if you allow me, I can wash the stain away.

"Do you think I am going to wear that coat again?" I grabbed him by the collar of his clothes and pulled him closer to me-he was unreasonably light. The soft scent of his perfume tickled my nose.

He smells just like a girl... floral and feminine.

While trying to understand his weird taste of cologne, my eyes flickered towards his hands, and I noticed he had something clutched in one of them.

A card? I ripped it out of his grip, I scanned it, and it was the school cafeteria pass, a card that allows you access to food. My lips curved into a small smirk. This should do.

"I will hold on to this until you can afford to pay me back for the coat," I told him sternly.

His eyes widened, he tried to catch the pass, but I raised it above my head-since I was taller than him, he was unable to reach for it.

"Without the pass, I would be unable to get any meals." He complained in the same shy voice, for some weird reason, I seemed to enjoy taunting this weak little boy, reminds me of my older brother.

There was some kind of appeal that I found in him.

"In all honesty, we are both at fault here," He grumbled, and I raised an eyebrow. "You were on your phone, that's why you didn't see me."

"I don't care whose fault it is; my coat is damaged, and someone has to be responsible for it." I declared. "Once you have decided how to pay, you can come meet me at Sunset Hall, Room 59, and we can discuss the terms. Until then, you will have no food to eat."

I leaned into him, patted his head, and strutted past him. He tried to follow me, but then stopped mid-way, feet dragging on the floor.

Well, seems like my stay in this goddamned school wouldn't be so boring after all.

Lana's Point of View

I just stood there wordlessly as I watched this guy go off with my pass. I was unable to stop him because he was bigger and stronger than me, and I didn't want to risk being found out on my first day.

I can't survive school without my cafeteria pass... the students are entitled to three free meals in a day, but you can't have a meal without the pass. Which means I will be unable to get any food until I can get back my pass from him.

And that equals one thing-Starvation.

"Hey..." I jerked slightly when I heard someone's voice from behind me. I turned towards the dark-haired boy who was standing behind me. "Are you lost?"

He was only a few inches taller than me, with more rounded features compared to the guy that just left me, his grey eyes narrowed as he neared me.

"Um, yeah, kind of," I answered, and his eyes sized me up and down as if I were a puzzle that he was trying to solve.

"Are you one of the students who got in through the scholarship?"

I nodded hurriedly.

"Where are you going?" he asked, unimpressed.

"I am going to the Zenith Hall."

"I am going there too, let's go." He offered, he wasn't polite, but he wasn't rude either, and I had no reason to refuse his help.

I was indeed lost.

"Do you know the guy who was talking to you?" He asked suddenly again, and I shook my head. "Did you get into a fight with him?"

"No, I don't know him, and I don't think it was a fight," I confessed, my eyes fell to his coat that was folded in my hands. "I bumped into him, and I spilled something on his coat. He refused to just settle for an apology, and he wants me to pay for the coat."

"And how much is the coat?" He inquired again.

"Um, he said eight thousand."

"Damn...Too bad for you." He tut. "I don't think he will just let it go; that guy is kind of a big shot in here."

Great, now I need someone else to tell me just how fucked I am now.

"Being on his bad side on your first day might not be so good for you. I suggest you find a means to pay back for the coat or make it up to him. That or life might be difficult for you." He explained, and I felt anger bubble in my chest.

"It wasn't entirely my fault. Why would he make life difficult for me because of a harmless mistake?" I complained under my breath.

The boy beside me chortled mockingly.

"Well, for your information, that is Christian Blackwood, the son of Dr. Robert Blackwood JNR." The moment I heard the last name, I felt my heart stop all function, and an unfamiliar pain started in the pit of my stomach. "Rules don't apply to him here, and this is the little I can do for you as a senior here."

He then pointed towards the building before us.

"This is Zenith Hall. I hope you get your shits sorted out."

*****

My heart pounded erratically in my chest as I held onto the doorknob leading to my dorm, which I would be sharing with two other boys. The thoughts faded when the door suddenly opened.

"Hm?" A blonde boy was standing just a few inches away from me. He held the doorknob, seems like he was about to leave the room. Our eyes met, and then he asked. "Are you our last roommate?"

My eyes quickly flickered to the number on the door just to be sure, before I nodded slowly.

"Welcome home..." He seemed pretty excited by my presence. "Who would have thought they would bring such a cute, feminine-looking boy to be our roommate?"

I took a step back, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me inside. I stumbled backwards, quickly putting a distance between us.

My eyes darted around to take in my environment, but when it got to the single bed at the farthest end of the room, I felt my heart stop again.

But for the first time today, my heart isn't stopping due to panic, but from total admiration. There was a beautiful male figure sitting majestically on the bed, his long legs crossed over the other as he quietly read a book, uninterested in the chaos going on in the room.

I blushed furiously at the sight of this sexually appealing man.

"What is your name?" This blonde's voice cut through my thoughts again, and my eyes flickered back to his icy blue eyes that stared into the depths of my soul.

"L-Alan." I corrected myself quickly. "Alan Rowan."

"Even your voice is soft like a girl's." He squealed, his eyes and voice were filled with a child-like wonder, and then he walked me towards the bunk and draped an arm over my shoulder. "I am Noah Walker, and I hope we get along."

He embraced me boldly, and I know that he didn't mean any disrespect; he is only touching me because he thinks I am a boy like him.

I hoped he wouldn't feel the bindings around my chest. I stepped away from him with a nervous smile on my face.

"Thank you. It's nice to meet you, too, Noah." My eyes stylishly darted in the direction of the other roommate.

"Will you like to take the top bunk or the lower bunk?" He asked politely before he pointed to the sexy boy who was lying on the single bed. "Meanie over there already chose a bed before we came, so we have to share this one."

Noah's fingers swept into his hair.

"Naturally, to bond as roommates, we are supposed to play a game of rock, paper, scissors, the winners get the single bed-but he is grumpy much; wouldn't even tell me his name." I paused for a while as my eyes flickered back to the direction of the hot guy who behaved like we weren't even in the room.

His concentration was as solid as concrete, even Noah's deep and loud voice was unable to break it, and it made me curious about the book he was reading-It must be so interesting.

"Can I stay on the upper bunk?" I asked hopefully.

Lana's Point of View

We all have classes early this morning, so I woke up earlier. I got up from my bed by 5:30, climbed down the ladder from the bunk.

I picked up the uniform that I hung in the closet and tiptoed to the bathroom, making sure that I was quiet enough not to wake anyone up.

I turned on the lock as soon as I got inside for guaranteed protection. I can't let anyone catch me naked while I bathe.

Especially not Noah, anyone but Noah. I don't even want to imagine his reaction.

I took my bath as quickly as I could, changing into my uniform, double-checking myself to see that everything was fine in the mirror.

My breasts were well hidden, and any other signs of my femininity were tucked away.

"Ah!" A small scream of surprise escaped my lips as I opened the door.

My other roommate was standing in front of the door, his hands tucked in the pockets of his loose pants, his jet-black hair framing his beautiful green eyes that resembled the sea.

I was so startled by his presence that I felt my legs stumble back, and I lost my footing. He dramatically caught me before I could fall; he held me by the small of my back as he steadied me.

His palms brushed the binding around my back, and his eyes narrowed at me.

"T-Thank y-you." I stammered as I quickly escaped from his grip, about to leave the bathroom, his huge frame blocked my path, refusing to grant me freedom.

"Did you get dressed in the bathroom?" He asked suspiciously, his voice was soft, smooth, and velvety like melted butter. "It's just some minutes past six in the morning, and you are completely dressed?"

My brain turned off the instant he questioned me; I was unable to find any excuse.

"Huh, um..." I stammered. "Um... I like to be punctual."

"Maybe next time, you won't lock the door?" My panicked eyes followed him as he strolled towards the bathroom sink. "I needed to use the bathroom too, but I had to wait. There are three shower tops, enough for us to bathe together, unless you are hiding something."

My breath hitched again, but I said nothing. He is suspicious of me already; he threw that statement as a trap. Depending on what I say, he might try to investigate further.

"I apologize, I am still just a little nervous," I muttered. "And I didn't have the confidence to take a shared bath."

****

"Uh, are you all done dressing up?" Noah asked as he stirred from his bed. I was at my study table as I stole glances at my other roommate while he dressed. "Why didn't anyone wake me up? It's fifteen minutes to seven. I am going to be late for class."

He suddenly flew from the bed, taking off his clothes as he ran into the bathroom. My eyes flickered back to my fingers as I could now feel my other roommates' gaze burning through me.

My heart pounded in my chest. He was suspicious of me, so I couldn't let my guard down.

We all left the room together. Noah has drawing classes today. The only person who was having science with me was my other hot roommate, whom I already have a crush on, and that meant we would have to go to class together.

"Um... Hi." I started, and only then did he glance in my direction.

I guess that's a yes, he is open to speaking.

"I apologize for locking the bathroom door earlier and taking all the time to bathe." I apologized. "I won't be so selfish next time."

"Well, as long as you understand, it is fine." He simply muttered, and I felt my cheeks heat up.

"What is your name?" I asked, and the moment his eyes met mine, I felt my breathing stop again.

I squealed internally... he is just so handsome!

"Xavier." He answered as quickly as I asked. I was about to ask another question when I bumped into something, or rather someone.

And almost immediately, the phone the person was holding fell to the ground face-first.

I jumped back almost immediately as my eyes recognized the boy in front of me, his blue eyes softened when they recognized me too.

"Is bumping into people some kind of fetish for you, femboy?" he muttered with a smirk as he reached down to pick up his phone.

Silence stretched between us as he glanced at his phone screen that now had a huge crack; he tilted his head to one side. "What are we going to do about my phone screen? Yesterday it was my coat, today it's my phone-how do you intend to pay?"

Fuck, why does trouble keep surrounding me? Why do I keep bumping into this lunatic?

"I..." I trailed off when he suddenly poked my shoulders. He towered over me oppressively, and I stared up at his very handsome face that made me blush.

"Do I have to take your blazer or demand your entire school uniform this time around and parade you naked around the school?"

Xavier suddenly grabbed my arm and pulled me behind him protectively. He stepped towards Christian in a face-off.

They both looked so hot as they stood, and my heart began thumping wildly in my chest. Christian was slightly taller than Xavier, but the two looked quite similar.

Christian was giving off the billionaire Playboy type, while Xavier gave off a cold, but possessive boyfriend type.

I mean, it's not every day hot guys fight over you, even though you are pretending to be a boy.

"That is enough," Xavier told him sternly. "This is your fault; you were on your phone while walking."

"Well, I don't remember this being any of your business." Christian retorted calmly, with a playful smirk at the edge of his mouth. He seemed to be enjoying this.

And it made me wonder if he was gay. Does he like Xavier?

"It is my business," Xavier interrupted sharply. "Alan is with me, and if you have a problem with him, you have one with me."

Heat flushed my cheeks.

Will I be caught in the middle of a gay romance between two boys? Except that I am a girl, and it would be-shut up! I snapped internally. I don't think this was all about me; there seemed to be some sort of tension between them.

Do they perhaps know each other?

A small smile tugged at Christian's face. This devilishly handsome bastard's eyes then flickered towards me, and I jolted from fear.

He leaned in, his face only a centimeter away from mine.

"Don't forget, I still have your pass, and depending on whether you are a good boy or not, I might be holding it for longer." His voice was a sultry whisper that made goosebumps rise in my skin. "Do you understand me?"

I nodded, and he smirked again, this time his hands slipping into my hair to ruffle it.

"Good boy." His voice was a deep rumble that made a pulse run through my core.

Yup, coming to an all-boys school was a mistake. I realized the only enemy I have is my raving ovaries.

Christian then sent a playful glare at Xavier before waltzing off.